Loneliness is;
Being surrounded by a wealth of people
Forever feeling so poor.
To observe and have so much to say
Communication a chore
The gulf of distance between two friends
Despite being so close
The desire to celebrate and entertain
But nobody to host
To be sat in the warm glow of the fire
But feel so bitter with cold
See life going on all around you
Never truly in the fold.
To know of your family's embrace
But never be held.
To understand the beauty of colour,
But only see grey.
I am here,
Can you see me?
Do I matter
To any degree?
Dec 8, 2017
Dec 8, 2017 at 11:51 AM UTC
Loneliness is;
Being surrounded by a wealth of people
Forever feeling so poor.
To observe and have so much to say
Communication a chore
The gulf of distance between two friends
Despite being so close
The desire to celebrate and entertain
But nobody to host
To be sat in the warm glow of the fire
But feel so bitter with cold
See life going on all around you
Never truly in the fold.
To know of your family's embrace
But never be held.
To understand the beauty of colour,
But only see grey.
I am here,
Can you see me?
Do I matter
To any degree?